Lost In Prehistoric Times
before my soul bounced
from castles so high to clouds so low
and before i adjusted my posture
against the tree bark
and right before the sweat clogged my face
and my heartbeat quickened
and before the wind caressed my sun-kissed skin
before i sent 100 letters that i swore to strangers i would never send
and before the repeats, the rewinds, and the "let's try again"
and right before i stood toe to toe with the anxiousness
- yet composed
here i was.
lost in prehistoric times
Copyright © Chante Reeves | Year Posted 2016
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